I Don't Think
I Dwell On You
Impact
I Will You To
In The Mourning
In The Ruins
Iscariot
I Don't Think
i don't think i meant to break a sweat,
to scream so loud,
to hurt so much,
oh,
this picture in my head...
i don't think you said those words,
the most important ones,
the pain-filled ones,
the comparing ones,
oh,
the whispers in my bed...
the greatest irony of all,
summer, friend leaves, fall
to break me, melt me, turn me,
kill me, cry me oh my....at all...
life don't think,
just moves me still,
i flow, to need, to feel, to breathe,
to skip, so high, so dead,
oh,
this picture in my head...
Sometimes I awake to clouds in morning skies.
I dwell on you.
Sometimes I dream sweet dreams and with deep eyes
I dwell on you.
I say "Oh Honey" Don't be so scared,
don't cave in. 'Cause this is Love.
I dwell on you.
Sometimes you wrap yourself in a tangled net.
All I can do is cry and you say, "I Love You"
And then I wake to cloudless morning skies.
I dwell on you.
And then I curl up next to you and whisper,
with deep eyes, "I Love You, too"
like the roses at my feet
thorns pricking at my toes
i'm not quite sure about phone
i just know my ringing foes
slide between my open teeth
down the road i see a gate
saw the hands all on the wall
behind the looking glass we mate
and you feel yourself
cause it's all been changed
all the colors brightened
your thoughts rearranged
quite the shell i've locked you in
must be shameful for the rest
can't believe its' come
now i keep you unconfessed
and you feel yourself
tightened by the twist
hidden in the broken
feel the impact of that fist
doubtful thoughts blaze through
my shiv'ring mind. i am willing you to stay.
pouting smiles play at my tender
lips; i am begging you, heal the wounds that
you did not cause
lights that went out in the wind; these
were left burning one hour too late.
games were played with toys..unwound
and she steps away from the line that was
drawn... by none other than herself
waiting for words that she wanted to hear;
i am willing you to whisper sweet nothings into my
poor forsaken heart.
No voice will speak at all....for words are all I
have left. I will you to stay.
Alone, I sit here,
In a world forsaken of thought
In the young, sweet hours of the morning,
Bringing ghosts of the past
To life
I tries to explain my proposterous thoughts,
To defend my 'inappropriate' behavior
But like their minds, their ears are closed,
Along with the doors once
Opened for them
Concerned with death, unable to live,
You let life inhale you and
Cast you out as
Ashes and Dust.
Words are nothing
Why talk when you can worship silently
While your children mourn
For the dreams they've never seen.
Let God alone and believe in
What you have faith in to be right and good and true
And that faith will lead you onto
A straighter road
An occasional note of hind'rence
in a voice soothed and calm,
awaiting the future in graceful, open strides
Blaring past and empty shell,
lifeless and dull,
wandering beyond the better path of time
We used to do the things we
believed in,
not which were expected of us
Like an unexpected melody,
with some of
the harmonies absent,
we compensate by humming softly to ourselves
Inner strength captured for a moment
among the ruins where
we once played,
disbarred,
abondoned here.
lace upon my eyebrow
and love beneath my feet
the shadows of velvet lie
all around me in little patches of memory
tears upon my bracelet
and silk beneath my eyes
the coils of satin bask
all through me in peels of orange sunburn
books upon my lips
and cotton on my skin
the bones of psyche crave
another life within these foriegn bindings
the secrets lie within
the shells of some
far off and darkened green
the badge of armor;
initialed day
and stranger fruits lied
outside his lock'd door
and pink with heart we linger
to see the outcome of this crooked awakening
